The man who comes to replace our stove shares his gender bias with me.
“Now your wife will be able to cook for you again,” he says.
“Actually, it’s the other way around,” I tell him.
“For real? She works and you just kick it all day?”
He offers me a high five, which I return because leaving him hanging would be rude. Still, I feel the need to explain that I also work, but that I just happen to work from home.
He shakes his head and says, “Whatever works, I guess.”
He doesn’t say so, but I get the feeling that he’d retract that high five if he could.